Ownership Disclaimer: Glee, and the music mentioned nup. My imagination I do and pov too. I do own legit copies to the seasons 1-4 on dvd and all music on legit cds. I own copies of the book mentioned and the scenario of this competition is totally made up.

Inspiration: Reality that Glee is a show. A fantasmagorical show, but that's all. It isn't Dalton by CP Coulter, but it is our feeder straight after Furt, Season 2. And I have to fill in until season 5 comes back in February 2014. Only that many more days to go. EEEE!

Music Inspiration: Another Day In Paradise, sung by Phil Collins, from the album Hits. Blaine might be going to come clean about his obsession and love and support for Phil Collins, and I'll come back with: I had him first. From my high school days with In The Air Tonight.

Thank you: My wonderful colleague and friend Helen. She helps me understand so much in life, and her help with my Sailors in the Submarine scenario. Also to another groovy dude, Dennis, who helped with the Traffic scenario.

Warning: May have Trigger Warnings, especially if you're a sook like me.


~ S5 Six Scenarios of when Dalton by CP Coulter is updated ~

FISH AND CHIPS:

The shop assistant handed the customer the utensils, "Here, you flip the burgers like this and when they look cooked, you put 'em here and then you wrap them in the paper like so. Do you think you understand that?"

The customer looks totally amazed. Not only was he getting to play with the cooking utensils and make his own burger, but he wasn't getting charged today.

COUTURE:

The fancy clothes lady handed the dress back to the customer, "Look, you'll have to try it on again. Then when you think you're ready to purchase, you just put your charge card in here, like this. And then you follow the prompts, okay? It really isn't that hard."

The customer takes the dress and looks at the register, other than being a pretty shade of pink, she's not remembering much else of what the fancy clothes lady just told her.

FUEL:

The petrol bowsers all had the same notes attached, "Please fill your vehicles yourselves. Then please put the exact amount of your purchase into the slot in the door. If you don't have the correct amount, then deposit what you can. Just for today there will be no change given. If you really want a receipt look at the camera and call out, because we are recording everything. Later when we look at the videos, we'll see you waving and correspond to post you out a receipt. Other than that, have a lovely day."

The customers by their bowsers are all looking with huge smiles on their faces, it's not free petrol, but some of it might be.

BABY:

"Mrs Anderson has gone into labour, Dr." says the nurse to a very gorgeous, kind of George Clooney look-a-like obstetrician. "Well has she now, Nurse? How far dilated is she and how far apart are the contractions?" "She looks about three centimetres, they are very strong contractions about five minutes apart. They last for two minutes." The adorable, hunkable, oh so ummina ummina Dr looks at his watch, and taps his foot. Calculations going through his cute-ta-boot noggin. "Hmmm, well at this rate, she'll give birth either later today or sometime in the next two days." He looks at the drug cupboard, umms at the nurse, looks at patient, grabs a bucket of drugs and hands 'em to the nurse. "Here, give her a steady supply of these. You've delivered before, so I have all the faith in the world riding on your shoulders. Okay?"

The nurse looks at Mrs Anderson, Mrs Anderson looks at the nurse. They both look at the Dr, who just shrugs his shoulders, turns with his cape fluffing in the air as he starts to run down the corridor, like Night Bird to the rescue.

TRAFFIC:

It's Christmas eve, and the beach side caravan park is awaiting temporary tenants. There's a new roundabout and the surveyor's grand-daughter had drawn all over the blue prints in her favourite crayon. So instead of four lanes merging to three, two, one, the drivers find they are merging from four lanes to a single lane. The traffic coming from north have right of way, and as they circle around they approach confusion. The traffic coming from south find they have a right of way sign for themselves and niggle at the north traffic.

Needless to say, in the heat of a traffic jam with the sun burning down, there are horns from cars, two massive huge trucks, three teenie tiny motorbikes being ridden by three purple haired grandmas.

The traffic warden is called, "I'll be there in a moment." He closes his lap top, finishes his cuppa, puts his official jacket on and walks to the scene of chaos. He stands on the podium in the centre of the roundabout, that's what the grand-daughter included in her picture. And in a booming voice he yells, "Everyone please turn your engines off." They do just that. Little Jimmy pulls his sister's hair, the yappy dog in the next car shuts up and all eyes and ears are on the warden. "Right, hand brakes on, remove your keys from the ignitions and come sit on the picnic rug surrounding this podium."

It seems pretty stupid but they all do as they're instructed, after all, the traffic warden is a demi-god when it comes to traffic.

"You are all to sit here until I return in one hours time." He's such a liar, because he's such a slow reader.

BAY OF PLENTY:

The pilot had met the boats and escorted them through the heads to the docking station. Now the five cargo ships, three bay ferry's, two tug boats, a fishing trawler and a slowly rising, but heavily risen submarine of sailors are waiting in line to dock, unload and enjoy some time abroad. However, their timing is off because of …., well reasons that's all. No clear explanation is given to them. They just sit in the bay, one vessel behind the other, water lapping at their skirts. Seagulls flying over head, seals honking and dolphins dancing by.

WHY? WHAT'S GOING ON?

The six scenarios happen for one common reason. The six winners to 'The Biggest Competition' are about to claim their big prize.

Their little prize had happened when they bought a copy of Chris Colfer's latest book. They opened the inside flap of their book, to discover a shiny gold ticket to Dalton by CP Coulter's web site.

Once there, they entered their code and that night each were visited by either The Dormouse, the Cheshire or her-as-Alice of the Face Book page. Each in signature costume and face mask. Each repeating the same prize instructions:
"You are going to be lucky enough to peruse the initial release of Episode 29, before it's main release at the end of twenty-four hours. The only and absolute stipulation is that once you get notification of it's release to you, you have to down whatever you are doing and make your way to your computer. You will have exactly twenty minutes to log on and enter Mama's latest release."

The three amigos each had two winners to notify. Each time they come to the end of their little speech, they roll up their scroll and return the pretty ribbon. "Do you have any questions?" What questions they receive are promptly answered.

All six winners were given new lap top computers, with a direct link to Episode 29 of Dalton by CP Coulter. All six were under instructions that they had to obey, and all are dedicated to the cause.

In the cannon the pilot related to Burt, the traffic warden relates to Finn, the fish and chip assistant is a hardened NIFF Shipper. The couture fancy clothes lady loves Klaine, the fuel attendant adores Brittany, and as for the obstetrician, he openly considers himself a Klaine Shipper but his heart sails on the Jogan Gondolier while secretly wanting Blaine to leave Kurt, which would free Kurt up for the Sexy Santa.


Extra author notes from a kute little author: If you are wanting some quality fill in reading, till I upload or until Season 5 returns, seriously choof on up and over and head to Dalton, by CP Coulter. It is the most amazing story. It consists here on fan fiction for the first 27 chapters. I'm wanting to see it make the light of day in… And have some fun checking out the web sites of info for the huge, massive fan base that it has. I could write more. I'm passionate. Let me give you an early New Years gift: go read it! You'll see what I mean. There is a link in my profile, or you can type CP Coulter in the Author box, hit enter and it should bring it up. Okay, have a lovely life and enjoyable New Year.